Y’all, my sweet little girl is going to be TWO on Tuesday! This birthday is super special for me because her birthday falls on Mardi Gras this year. I have roots in Louisiana and when I found out about Amelia’s existence I was attending my grandmother’s funeral in Lafayette. I have a history with Louisiana and it’s culture so it feels poetic that Amelia’s birthday falls on Fat Tuesday this year. It’s almost like a little hello from Granny which gives me all the warm and fuzzy feelings.
I have a love/hate relationship with the two’s.
I love that I can talk to my daughter and I enjoy watching her personality grow and reveal itself. The stuff that comes out of her mouth is hilarious and adorable. Her perspective is fascinating. She’s beginning to pretend play which is the coolest thing to observe. It’s like I’m getting a small glimpse into her mind and I’m just enthralled. The sweetest thing to ever happen ever is hearing my daughter say, “I love you too Mommy!” I just turn into a puddle of mush. The mother/daughter bond is truly like no other.
On the other hand, my two year old sometimes turns into a possessed demon over the tiniest things. What are some meltdown worthy events you may ask? Well…
- getting her diaper changed
- when the dogs get within 2 feet of her while she’s eating Pirate Booty – just Pirate Booty. any other food she could care less how close they are, but Pirate Booty? back the fuck off!
- when *she* takes the dress off of her little stuffed animal mouse – she screams, “Mommy dress back on!!!!!”
- when I hand her the wrong sippy cup
- when I hand her the right sippy cup after pissing her off with the wrong one
- when I put her shoes on
- when I take her shoes off
- when I put her in anything but a dress
- when toys don’t work the way she *thinks* they should
- commercials interrupting The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse – don’t fuck with Mickey!
- safety precautions
- any kind of barrier
- if I sit in the wrong seat during a tea party
- if I drink out of the wrong cup during a tea party
The list goes on, but these are a few of the gems. It’s like she’s a bipolar, psycho child. One minute she’s happy and content, the next she’s throwing herself on the floor and emitting an animal-like scream/growl over the tiniest thing.
You know what though? I love this age! Hahaha! The meltdowns are tough sometimes, but they usually don’t last long and when they are over they are over and we have the best time together. Also, we are getting to the point where I can sort of anticipate her meltdowns. They usually center around wanting freedom and independence. So basically when I let her think she has more freedom and independence then she really does she’s usually happy and content and we can avoid massive public meltdowns.
I also have learned to pick my battles with her. Like she wants to ride in the bottom of the shopping cart while barking like a dog? Sure, why not. She’s two. She wants to play with sharp scissors? Nope, absolutely not, totally battle-worthy.
She wants to eat her dinner on the ground like the dogs? Sure, let’s foster that imagination. When I was little I wanted to be a cat so I get it. Table manners can be taught in a couple years when she’s more receptive to them. She wants to climb up the bookshelf to the very top? Nope. Dangerous. Likelihood of serious injury is high. You get the point.
Basically, I’m not expecting my daughter to be anything but two. I do not expect more from her. I think some people get all messed up about the “terrible two’s” because they expect too much from their kids. They expect their kids to behave beyond what they are capable of. Being two is all primal. They are learning that they are their own people and they are testing the limits of that. They haven’t learned how to manage their emotions and needs yet and that’s okay. The meltdowns are okay. They are an essential part of development and learning. With that attitude I find I don’t get too flustered when Amelia acts like a wild banshee. I don’t get that upset if she has a public meltdown because it’s par for the course and anyone who doesn’t get that and gives me a judging look can shove it far up their asses. We aren’t in a 5 star restaurant, or a spa, or a church, or any other place where it’s inappropriate to have a screaming toddler. We are in the grocery store, or Target, or some other appropriate venue to bring a toddler. Calm down.
Basically life with a 2 year old is never boring. It’s an exhausting time, but it’s also a really magical time. My daughter is becoming her own person and I get to watch that transformation first hand. There’s really nothing cooler than that in my opinion.